Rose Morbid

Squares.
Rose granite squares.
Uniformly aligned in the soul-sealed structure,
Encompassing an indoor garden, and
Encompassed by bloomless pachysandra.
North: Armstrong
South: O’Malley
East: Bergman
West: Evancie
Carnations fall,
Not to the grave,
But to the ground underneath it.

A cracked square allows a spirit to float free,
And leave the prison of purgatory.
Whether that be a blessing or a curse,
Only it will know.
For now,
Stuck in a cubic hell.