she  was leaking. there was a  wound  
  and  she  was pouring  out  of  it,   
   pluming  into  the  coiled  scarves  
   tight around  her, a  beige  cocoon  
  spun from  all those  garments, now   
     unrecognizeable,    traceless.     
   slowly  drawing  out  the  liquid    
       parts       of       her.