The Handsome Family - Emily Shore 1819-1839
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She'd been coughing up blood since the dogwoods bloomed
Seventeen that spring and confined to her room
At night her heart pounded holes in her chest
Death, like a bird was building its nest

And so on the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's penknife
She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair
And braided a watch chain for Father (Mother) to wear

She'd laughed at the graveyard on one sip of wine
And kept a pet duck till the cat crushed its spine
But, waltzing one night in a red velvet dress
She noticed a whistling down in her chest

And so on the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's penknife
She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair
And braided a watch chain for Father (Mother) to wear

Propped up on pillows she watched the snow fall
Trying to picture an end to it all
By spring there'd be picnics and merry-go-rounds
But she'd be nothing, but bones in the ground

And so on the last day of her short life
Emily called for her father's penknife
She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair
And braided a watch chain for father (Mother) to wear