I am but a mirror of
your wants
your musts
your needs
your fears.

I am but a projection of
your history
your view
your understanding
your perception.

I am but a phantom of
your pain
your hurt
your torture
your anxiety.

I slide behind a curtain
 hidden amongst
the discarded furniture of your mind
 concealed behind
the ghosts of your past
 obscured by
the spectres of your nightmares.

I am a piece of fiction, none of it is true.
I am an actress in your private film.
I am an obsession, a drug.

I am prophecy made flesh.

© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way shape or form without my written permission.


Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

Poem that continues the theme explored in my two poems:
You don’t see me at all
and You never loved me anyway

The title ‘Slide’ came to me and I didn’t quite know why at first. It’s such an odd title for this poem, but it wouldn’t go away. I then realised that it was inspired by a character in the Terry Goodkind series of books ‘Sword of Truth’. The Slide is a kind of soul eater and it can devour the soul of someone and use it to his/her own advantage.

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