it was always you

i can´t recall the colour of the sky
but that´s not important
we were walking down the hill
when i noticed that you were limping
so i bent down to examine your paw
i can see something
a speck of white in your pad
i´ve got it in between my fingernails
it´s growing
i´m pulling it
it´s growing
why doesn´t it hurt?
why doesn´t it hurt?
hurt?
it came out cleanly
there was no mess
a gigantic anchor made out of bone
we left it at the side of the pavement and walked on
i could hear you laughing