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.