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.