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.