And then she stares.

Ever doubting the lyrical message that she had just grammatically vented. Were the phonetics correct in the scenario depicted?

 She felt that something may be horridly awry. She just couldn’t place the exact reasons why.

So she stopped the playback, she paused to rewind. The memories swirled in her subconscious mind.

No way in Hell that gruesome melody is truth. She shakes the thoughts away, yet they stick like glue.

Penetrating her happiness, no way to click undo.

How could she be so utterly wrong? The feelings she’d deflated, the misspoken psalm.

The proverb had dispelled, encompassed the land. The oracle fell from glass to black sand.

Her vision of the future had been misconstrued. Yet the emotion was tethered with self-hallowed gloom.