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.