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.