She’s caught between a rock and a dying place,

where alternatives and choices are equally grim.

Ignore, and bend backwards to save some face,

or confront, and rip band-aids, and risk losing him?

Her heart shrinks from either, is loath to proceed,

both beasts in chest’s cavity snarl to be heard;

to step out and risk is to make her soul bleed,

but  to not act will curse self, condemn hope deferred.