A Palace Divided
By Corey Maccaro
They all said it.
I should have listened.
I, oblivious,
as the ocean glistens.
I thought of it grand,
my senses seemed keen.
I think back as I stare
at a pile of seafoam green.
The claw,
unknowing to the sadness it causes.
He looks at me and pauses.
A Palace divided, forever, flawless
