Describe a disease with loving lyricism

Looking down her stomach forms a concave; a valley rolling down from the crumpled peaks of her too-big t-shirt. On either side ribs form troughs in uniform lines. She tilts her head, admiringly, looking at the work of art she created in the nine days since food passed her lips. Boredom is no longer a problem, as it had been for the first week. Hours could pass and she no longer minded staying still, but relished in the focus an empty room brought. Hours would pass examining a toe or a finger, a new shape exposed as the flesh melted away. She could re-sit, and no doubt pass, the failed biology exams of last summer with the new-found knowledge of the skeleton. Each movement can be tracked, as knuckle tweaks fibrous tissue up the hand, wrist, and then forearm with a domino effect. She traces maps of sinews and tendons, clenching and unclenching each part in turn as if in yogic relaxation.

Raising a leg pushes the cavernous stomach in deeper. She lifts the half full glass on the bedside table, tiny bubbles formed up the sides of the glass hold her attention for a moment as they cling on in perfect spheres. She sips gently, holding herself back from lapping and gulping down in thirst. Holding the water in her mouth it tastes of metal, like blood. She swallows slowly, savouring the flavour which is really only the taste of her own arid mouth. swallowing the water she can feel it travel cooly down her throat, snaking its way down, gurgling as it drops and splashes into the empty space. Curiously she examines the water left in the glass and slopes the sides downwards, towards her body now propped up slightly on a pile of pillows. The water runs slowly at first, then drains out with a ‘plop’ onto her belly. The valley of her stomach holds the water as the cup did previously, sloshing around as she rolls gently, hypnotically from side to side. The cool water has given her goose bumps. The flesh puckers. She watches affectionately as the skin tightens, contracting around her ribs. Pale golden hairs stand to attention as obstacles for the water, causing it to split into rivulets ebbing and flowing in their new vessel.