[ WP ] `` I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them . '' Start or end your story with this sentence .

I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 The sharp, trailing claws along my spine, trailing black-green, pus and poison colored scars on bones. The same color metastasized in my blood; if my heart was examined, it would leave no wonder why nothing glowed red anymore. The red had left my body. Now it was just pus and poison, pus and poison colored ink. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 Imaginative. That was one description of me as a child. And even as I grew my speech had a habit of extending into prose, and I believed in it, this hyperbolic world of symbols and omens opening like a bud to my eyes even as I described it. I do n't mean it, but it sees meaning in it and it builds on itself and it becomes so real, too real. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 Each time I stand out over the valley, the conglomerate stone beneath my feet threatening catastrophic shift in that grumbling rock language, too low to hear; I feel the wind pull at my ankles, my toes sliding over the groaning rock toward the empty step. It whispers, it whispers *let the air support your feet*. Because the wind has always been jealous of the earth; the earth swallows, the earth absorbs. The wind can only put life to its lips and carry its scent in reminiscent envy. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 A writer is testing his pen in my brain. Scribble Scribble Scribble Scribble. It is a nice pen. He has writer's block. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 My nails are short. There are scabs on my neck and shoulders, as far back as my hands go. My nails are short and bare because I have gotten sick of swallowing polish -- it no longer acts as deterrent. Because the scabs keep disappearing and reappearing and I do n't have any light colored shirts left. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 Black lung in open air. Breathing never seems very beautiful until you feel the oxygen burning the tissue away. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 I do n't know what day it is anymore. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 One, two, three, four. How many more? The headache wo n't go away. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 THE HEADACHE WO N'T GO AWAY. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 I've never been one to read labels. The headache is gone, but a snake sits in my stomach, trying to recoil, burning in the acid. 
 
 I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them. 
 
 Maybe sleep will help. 
 
 I'll explain when I wake up.
