Fracture: The Verdict of Science on Chiropratic

You wondered where I broke inside. Just a small crack really. A thin jagged line running down the middle of a bone. With held breath, you asked to look inside where my map of bones told the story of where I have been. I decided to call this the year of vulenerability, laid myself open infront of your waiting hands. It began softly like bee wings in the air. The pace and pressure built as you hungered to find that little river of a broken bone. My vulnerability was your destiny. You found the fracture and sewed it closed. With red thread and bird beak needle, I was closed back up as you slowly counted to a hundred by tens, then stood me back up again.