Resting in the trumpet of night blooming jasmine it watches, restlessly moving its chelicerae, venom beading on them like dew. When it navigates from one trumpet to another or hides in a deep red rose, the vivid ruby red of its underbelly flashes, bathing the woven threads and velvety petals around it in bloody light.
Art by Aurelien Police
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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