he stands at the rising tide, water gushing from his hands

a thread flows from her chest to his.

a line of magnetism connecting one to the other.

two thorns pierce between her shoulders,

placed to keep the spring from blooming;

and two boulders choke his breath

placed to keep the river from flowing.

but now the room is flooded,

and grass covers the walls,

visions washed away and replaced with a new eden.