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.