The Mattress (Rachel)

My pain, My weakness, the sunlight on my bed covers me, soothes me, blanket like, I’m bathing in its perfect warmth

On other days the rain pitter pattering on the pane, provides a melody, a tune to the throbbing dance, my liver and right breast indulge in.

I’m held here by my mattress, super supportive, just like my Mum, who purchased it, as her heart shattered and broke into a trillion pieces as she heard my dismal, life ending diagnosis.

She wraps me in her love, I lie on her grief, her gift, each night, she holds me in memory foam, as we try and glue our shattered hearts back together, whilst I try to sleep.

My bed, My world, My life, Has shrunk to a cancer riddled microcosm,