Heptadecagon

Words. A barrage of letters, all connected into dainty necklaces that manage to deliver agonizing news. A thud against his barrel chest, like the newspaper thwacks against the cement stoop in the darkness of the morning hours. I watch as he cracks open from top to bottom down his sternum, and then side to side. A large ravine stares at me, dares me to do something, to fix him and his broken body. But I realize that there's nothing  that will help him now. That words will never be enough to mend the gaping hole. But that's all I have now to offer him, and all he can trust. He hopes to unjumble the letters and weave together a blanket of words that relieve and soothe and heal. Words that tell a story.   Photos found at http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/arts-culture/stories/why-your-brain-can-read-jumbled-letters; http://news.discovery.com/earth/odd-cause-of-gaping-siberian-holes-possibly-found-1...