It's the red of the legs. Like a scarlet flower. She wants it. Like a shattered ruby. When the light shines through them. Like blood on the screen. A hard droplet splashed and then frozen. A beautiful spider. She should show it to David

"Hey, I got this weird bug on my phone, like a real bug!", and they would laugh and David would lever it off with something and study it like a scientist

She keeps the phone in a deep pocket. Turns it to silent. Keeps it secret. When he is sleeping she pulls the phone out. The screen flickers. Apps and pages and images flash. And the light glows through the red legs. She doesn't sleep. Hold it close

"This is so weird. I've got this spider thing that's on my phone, no... actually on it, kind of freaky", and David would cut it to pieces and get it away

She hides the phone from him. Hides it from everyone. Hold it close. But then he finds it. Why was he looking? Book a hotel in Birmingham, pay for it on the credit card. They can't find her. Why was he shouting? She doesn't need to take anything. Just the phone. It's hers

"Have you ever seen anything like this? As big as my hand! I don't know", and a man would smash it and burn it and the spider would die

Red leg spikes outwards from spider. A needle of scarlet ruby blood. Safe now. Screen flickers underneath spider body. There was a man. Ruby blood scarlet spike. Holding it in translucent hands. Thin skin and bone. There was a man. Smashed and cut and keep it secret. A hotel room. Hold it close

"Have you seen this? I like wearing it. All red and beautiful", but the man is just a picture on the phone and the screen goes black

Screen glows under spider. Blood scarlet ruby spike. Hold it close. My secret. Smashed and cut he is gone away. They can't find her. The spider is singing. She needs to hold it closer. The screen glows through her skin. My ruby spider screen flashing scarlet spike hold it closer skin like paper the spider is singing. There was a woman. My blood. Hold it closer. My blood. Hold it closer. Hold it closer. Spider sings to my eye and red ruby spike. There was a woman singing with spider blood spike scarlet glowing black

The streetlight shines through her long red legs. The hotel room is cool. Window open. It isn't far to the street below. There are so many of them going home or going out. Hundreds. Thousands. Her children flicker and wriggle in her belly. Little red spikes. She spins a web through the phone. The streetlights and phones and dashboards go out. And into the screaming she jumps