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.