Potholes In My Heart

The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost from beneath the lavish bungalow. and above the high-end ceilings and chandeliers which never flicker. Nostalgia trickles down like sweat Glimpses of plastic buckets catching rain and our salty tears flood the eyes. Flashbacks strike like lightning remembering the only toy- an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain dampens my spirit. Loud wails roar like thunder hearing the violent river who snatched my younger brother and left potholes in my heart. I smell warning, roof's betrayal, Kite's surrender and the rivers hunger, All at once.