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.