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.