The Skeleton Woman by Emily Grimston in Auckland

Dryetching with ink "The skeleton woman saw the tear glisten in the firelight, and she became suddenly so thirsty. She tinkled and cranked and crawled over to the sleeping man and put her mouth to his tear. The single tear was like a river and she drank and drank and drank until her many-years-long thirst was slaked. Then, while lying beside him she reached inside the sleeping man and took out his heart, the might drum. She sat up and banged on both sides of it: Bom, Bomm!..Bom, Bomm! As she drummed, she began to sing out "Flesh, flesh, flesh! Flesh, flesh, flesh!" And the more she sang, the more her body filled out with flesh. She sang for hair and good eyes and nice fat hands. She sang the divide between her legs, and breasts long enough to wrap for warmth, and all the things a woman needs." - Skeleton Woman excerpt from Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés