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.