Her Picture

Today I saw her picture.

There wasn't much to it.
She's blonde - A few hairs out of place
Didn't dare to look close enough to make out the colour of her eyes.

I felt sick already.

But it wasn't what met the eye
That filled me with anger and created a boiling sensation under my skin.
It was more than that.

She doesn't have an amazing smile
Or a stunning face.
She is normal just like me.

And somehow that hurt more.

But the hatred for her which leaks through this dead screen
Is unconditional