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.