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.