Oh little tiny
Medicine vials
You make my day
All the worthwhile

I wake up in the morning
To sleep in the evening
In between the times
I read the safety warnings

Dreaming dreams of Ropivacaine
Slithering through my veins
I sense a growing inkling
I’ll never be the same

Nicole Olson is currently a third year Graphic Design student with a focus in Motion Graphics. Aside from writing poetry she enjoys taking long naps, and cats.