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.