her sons carried her over the mountain while she blew what secrets she had to the moons.
they are so heavy, after all.
so she sent them away hoping to avoid the judgment that belonged to her,
that the peaks would deliver her,
that she might disguise herself behind a plague of smoldering deeds,
that her desperation might treat with the stones.
her sons tore their backs and painted the rocks red,
but she did her part she said.
they are so heavy, after all.