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.