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.