the guiciest melon

I noticed that the watermelon was just sitting there waiting to be used. It was wasting away until I saw it, the perfect idea. I saw a melon bawler. We sat down by the melon scooping out chunks one at a time. It helped me however it also acted like an ice-cream scoop. It had a bad habit of making you put a lot of force behind it until it slipped knocking your finger. My finger was cut. Balled by a melon baller. I watched as blood poured out of it for a minute and then stopping, like a water well running dry. It had clotted already, I watched as it slowly dried somehow fascinated by my own insides. This was blood and that was life.