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.