Now She Writes Hate

when she wrote  
love
in careful  
vocabulary  
with meticulous  
hand
on parchment
she had ground  
to pulp
dried
lay bare
in the
soft autumn
shadows  
of a warm
sunset
 
each comma
had grace
each cap
stood firm
 
then she
dropped the pen
watched it fall
studied the velocity
as it rolled along  
the yellowood  
floor
 
and out the door
 
that was when  
it began