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.