"Yesterday I woke up, the day before yesterday it was a piece of something, pressing against my chest. Squeezing. Then the fever came and larvae were born inside me. These larvae squirmed and danced, and the more I writhed and recoiled, the more they danced to my agony. Until at some point I exploded and several butterflies came out of my stomach. They were beautiful, but the hole in my chest still hurt."