Coming Into Contact With A Strawberry

The red and green fruit was smashed
Damaged you could say
A palm tree on the berry
It was like a filled paintball exploding its shell on a strong chest protector
The initial taste was a colorful firework show in June
You cut into it and hear diminutive fish swimming away from a cumbersome predator
The marauder grasps the small fish
The leftovers of the school didn’t want to become its next meal
They swim away very promptly
Almost like lightning
He devours it like a snake eating a mouse
It goes down very smoothly
Slime like some might say
The experience of eating this astounding pleasurable fruit