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.