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.