Not Blameless

Whoso stills the 
thunder, it was difficult 
for you to lift yourself. 

A failed past was― 
asking for a date 
with destiny. 

What your gut bacteria 
would say, when 
it is raining hot kisses? 

I extricate myself 
from the shelled house 
of pride against the risk. 

Should I prepare myself 
for the worst? Midnight 
syndrome will attract the moths?