Jocasta

I marry my son. I bear his children. I know. I hang. I am mother. I am dead.

Jocasta married the young king who answered the Sphinx and saved Thebes, and loved him, and bore his children—not knowing he was the son she'd given up to die on a mountainside years before. The truth arrived slowly, then all at once, and it was more than a life could hold. She speaks from that final threshold: a mother first and last, desperate to shield her children from what she now knows, half-wishing she could unknow it. Tender, haunted, and out of time.