Creepy Chronicles of Colaiste Chiarain

Her​ ​eyes​ ​ ​by​ ​TY​ ​Class
Her​ ​eyes,​ ​illuminous​ ​green​ ​and​ ​prominent,
reflecting​ ​her​ ​turmoil​ ​and​ ​frustration.
The​ ​deathly​ ​palour​ ​of​ ​her​ ​ashen​ ​skin
Cold,​ ​dead.
Shadows​ ​illuminate​ ​the​ ​threat​ ​of​ ​her​ ​scars.
Dark​ ​circles,​ ​charcoal​ ​black.
They​ ​contrast​ ​greatly​ ​from​ ​her​ ​cat​ ​like​ ​eyes.
Sickly​ ​pale,​ ​ghostly​ ​grey.
Ominous,​ ​she​ ​intimidates.
Seeking​ ​revenge,​ ​against​ ​those​ ​who
dressed​ ​her​ ​in​ ​ebony​ ​black​ ​and​ ​crisp​ ​white.
Aspiring​ ​to​ ​life.
Long​ ​forgotten​ ​are​ ​the​ ​times​ ​she​ ​was​ ​blissfully​ ​ignorant,
oblivious​ ​to​ ​the​ ​turmoil,​ ​lying​ ​beneath​ ​the​ ​thin​ ​mask​ ​of​ ​a​ ​beautiful
world.
She​ ​was​ ​happy​ ​before.
Healthy,​ ​full​ ​of​ ​life,​ ​the​ ​brightness​ ​in​ ​her​ ​face​ ​could​ ​light​ ​up​ ​a​ ​room.
The​ ​reflection​ ​of​ ​health​ ​and​ ​youth​ ​emanating​ ​from​ ​the​ ​pastel​ ​azure​ ​of
her​ ​eyes.
She​ ​smiled​ ​without​ ​effort​ ​and​ ​lived​ ​life​ ​to​ ​the​ ​fullest.
That​ ​was​ ​then.
Colm,​ ​Sorcha,​ ​Lucy,​ ​Eden,​ ​Donal,​ ​Leah,​ ​Ryan,​ ​Eimear,​ ​Roisin,​ ​Tiernan,
Natalia,​ ​Joshua,​ ​Andy,​ ​Ben,
Stephen,​ ​Dylan,​ ​Aisling,​ ​Conor
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