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.