in brackets,thy kingdom come!

i eavesdrop to my bones.
they used to carry me in rapture when showing off under my transparent complexion.
my veins have been endeavouring for supremacy eversince i was more or less a little girl,asking too many questions.
i've got tindrums instead of ears; that's how she made me up.
she tossed the coin,choosing neither heads nor tails.
i came out dancing-screaming-scratching my nose-pondering-wielding-demanding banana charlotte at midnight hours-constantly doing my hair.
fairytales attached to me some curly mind and a ladder to the moon.
i let my bones take the office once more and my mind thrive with figments.
i'll be displaying perfect rules of contact,feeling at ease with tedious people and mundane regards.