Soccer

Rushing through the night, rubber gravel littering the ground, its so thick out, the liquid condensates in my lungs. my throat tightens, air enters and exits by mental force alone, my hair absorbs salt water, wet to my fingers as I brush it from my neck, RUN, rubber meets at my feet as I pound across, someone's following faster than I'm going. I try to push an extra burst from my burning legs, my side begins to cinch, I forgot to breath, halted I stretch my lungs dragging in air, again my concentration on oxygen renewed. I begin to move moving my legs unconsciously getting into position waiting for my chance, to try again.