What is Left

Stephen Schatzl
Lit Up
Published in
1 min readJul 21, 2019
Photo by Masaaki Komori on Unsplash

Humidity left the air heavy
and the skin wet

Perspiration being the adhesive bond
between them

Positioned in an entanglement
of bare skin
and woven in a thin blue bedding

The sounds from the city spilled
through the open window
however, it was silent

A small light lit the wrinkles
of the linen

Exhaustion was a result
from the weighted air
a world ceasing to slow

His eyes rolled back
as he began to fall in and out
she pressed her lips against the dampness
only unconscious in that moment

Jean jacket, dirt-covered jeans
the leaves clung to her jumper

a small verse stuck
between both their ears

smiling, her head rocked

time moved slow
leaves waved in the wind
gazed at from the grassy park floor

However, summer ventured on
dreams ceased the mind
leaving restless legs
amoung warm nights

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Stephen Schatzl
Lit Up
Writer for

“This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature.” ― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending