Julie crawled sideways, dragging limbs over each other, savaging what's left and body dysmorphing all across the deep-piled carpet towards Emma, who was torsoed but wriggling, a fat grub of bile and mediocrity.
The explosion had powed, no one could doubt that now. In the tiny ticks before, Julie could swear she heard Terry Riley Cantos Desiertos, playing very faintly in the next room.
Those ticks. Urgh.
Emma is gargling in her own juices, her teeth clenched whenever she thought about the dental insurance, her face unpeeling like an onion with every forward motion. Three bits of cat stuck to her hair, like odd braids. "Julie - I don't want to se anymore... I can't bear to die but i just don't want to see myself like this..."
Julie knew what she was going to do but the irony of Emma crawling over all those broken mirrors, each small lunge picked apart with explosions of light and colour and that crackling DMT sound, was too much to bear.