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.