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.