Painting: Franz von Stuck, Evening Star (1912)
“Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse” B. Springsteen, “The River.”
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I wasn’t going to be like Mama, trapped by Papa, leashed to sorrow
Still had my freedom and the morrow, yes freedom and the morrow
Then I lay with him, naked, on a moon-less night
His fingers magic, his mouth brought such delight
But pleasure ere comes with pain; cycle never ending
With child, so now his wife, to his will I’ll be bending
So, here I am just like Mama, trapped by a man, leashed to sorrow
But,the babe and I shall flee on the morrow, yes on the morrow
For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt: The River, by Bruce Springsteen.
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