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.