Hair Lockets - Nicole Dollanganger

Cut with dull scissors and tied with a ribbon.Curated under the glass of my pendant.You always said you hated the things you can’t control, Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles.I’ve been collecting peices of your hair, To tuck away in the locket that I wear.Pretty strands that grew in your youth.Pieces that I’ll always hold on to.Sweeter than a vial of your blood, Will never dry