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.