Your breath is heavy as you walk through the trees, the cold air smothering your lungs, piercing your eyes. There is a thump thump beating insistently somewhere behind your ribs, shattering your bones as if they were glass. It takes a moment before you realize, startlingly, that it's your heart. Maybe it's killing you, or maybe it's the deliria that surges through your veins like dirty water. You squirm at this thought, and you feel dirty; filthy, contaminated.