In a tiny nutty shell

Anxiety and excitement in the final moments of the game. My world is sucked down to the 12 players in the pool and we battle. For death? For glory? For the right to score the winning goal? I am underwater and the intertwining legs spit near my face. Toenails leave long red marks on my own legs. I ignore the agony in my arms and navigate the tangle of disembodied limbs like a steam engine. I want the ball. I breath focus and swallow intensity. The crowd’s cheer slips into depths of the water and I see nothing but net.

**This is sort of odd to write because my multimedia piece is actually only about 150 words. This version is very different and has some of my actual thoughts thrown in, instead of just a descriptive piece.