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.