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.