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.