Six (II)

…executor of my own demise
a faithful tongue and foreign smile
I airplane mode my desires
I am suspended
I am forgotten
—if only for the moment—

shifting the scene, sifting the zest
the parties of yesteryear
the best to forget
I am forgotten
—if only for the moment—
in the masquerading youth
(before I was paraded by doom)
I pray
I am