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.