On your marks

It's a descriptive passage (very abstract, but there was no catagory for this style of writing) i wrote on my experience as a swimmer at a gala.

"On your marks" the marksman said,

we all stepped forward in unision, like a marching band.

My heart started pounding in increasing beats.

On the plank i assumed my diving position.

My body started shivering as my heart pumped away like a machine gun.

I hear the shot, instinctively we all dive together.

Leaping through the air, i see the water, as if in slow motion, come closer.

I penetrate the surface like a missile.

All goes silent, at first i glide through the water, as if in a heavenly place.

A moment later i breach the surface and kick feriously.

All the rest is a blurr.

I do my best.

Author's Note

It is not meant to rhyme or be a poem, so keep that in mind.....