This was created today after working on another video that went south for a while. I thought about my tooth pain and the wealthy and their sadistic grins as they stomped on the ants, and all I gain is tooth pain. It is commentary written from my tooth pain brain of dreams of extreme pain and extreme society pain of grief, power, greed, destruction, and fucking rainbows. We will rise. Ants build colonies to the top of the highest building in Manhattan throwing over the few elite white small, tooled patriarchy men.
Blink in time
For a rhyme
Tooth pain, Lost Conversations,
& Ant Colonies Controlled by the Well to Do
A blurb in every culture of nothing to gain
But tooth pain.
Lost conversations of tooth pain
As we pause for a broken tooth
And a little bit of truth,
"I waited for the pain to speak.
But silence got there first.
The gummy softened my jaw,
but it also unlocked the song I’d buried.
This flavor—true to life—
tastes like something I forgot I deserved:
ease, warmth,
a moment untouched by ache."
Then the moment came
To blame
My tooth for everything
Not the same thing
To blame
The pain spoke,
I awoke
With pain
To go away
In a day or two
To be awake
To eat my cake
After a new tooth
To lose
Myself in warmth and light
So bright
Laugh with friends
Again
Sing again
Around the bend
Of love, hugs, and kisses
They are nearly misses.
Of life
To rebate
To regurgitate
The gossip
The infamous assholes
The infinite universe
To create pain of life
Of blackholes
And tight misses
Reminding us of all of
Free times,
When we were all one species
No, we are ants
In strife
Like a lost tooth
Or lost loved one,
We are the ants who labor,
For the wealthy who discard us
To trash
As they brag and negotiate
The poor will rise
Above the mundane arrogance of the tiny-tooled white patriarchy
Goodbye
A rainbow bridge is waiting to rise so high.
"I waited for the pain to speak.
But silence got there first.
The gummy softened my jaw,
but it also unlocked the song I’d buried.
This flavor of true to life
tastes like something I forgot I deserved:
ease, warmth,
a moment untouched by ache."
written, created, edited by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
copyright 2025
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (3)
Your deftness with detail and penchant for telling the truth (even when it hurts) stands out in this entry. I shared!
This felt like a fever dream of tooth ache and truth.
“The infamous assholes The infinite universe To create pain of life Of blackholes” 🤣🤣🤣 you ate this line up …yasss queen. Love how you brought two different types of pains in this poem. Love it.