The Winter Woman Disciple Zachariah

The blood that we found in a rather large amount
Matches the sample that we ran with the low platelet count
The small bit of ceramic that we found inside the kitchen fits into the saucer on the table with the sliver missing
The locket with no chain suffered a fate somewhat the same
A forceful entry broke the hinges to retrieve one of the pictures
Thе hair that matches the sample wrappеd around the branch of the tree outside
I looked out the bedroom window and just for a second I thought I saw me outside
Very scarily lost my balance temporarily
Fell back in a fit of confusion and vertigo apparently
Waited a minute and picked myself back up carefully
The property line is back deeper than it at first appears to be
Hazy thoughts in my head that feel like manual interruption
Seeing formations of images in faint flashes of something
But I can't make out why
Nothing more than a vague outline
And a gut feeling I need to get some fresh air and just wait outside
Out the corner of my eye thought I saw something out of place not right
On the gravel path out back a small segment of frayed out twine
Forgot what I was here for for a little bit and lost all track of time
As the wind picks up the sun goes down around eight o'clock or nine
Feels like something trying to tell me something bout the situation I'm surrounded by
But haven't been here long enough to figure out the steps and make out the signs
A sudden chill falls upon the face of the spacious land
Almost as cold as the countenance needed for the cold case at hand
A faint glimmer up ahead that impeded my thoughts
And upon further investigation a key to unlock
Almost as if something or someone conveniently dropped
The way for me to go and open the cedarwood box
Anticipation surges urging to see what it's got
Back inside and up the room to see if it's secret or not
Traveling back up the stairs and there's something up with the air
Almost as if I can feel a presence of somebody here
Key in the lock it sent a surge of sorrow through my hand and up my arm and shoulder and dissipated into my head
The presence of a soul who weeps in pain patiently
Guided me to put it together correctly as if it's plain to see
At least I hope that it is, with that said, the key going in
Reluctantly touched it then opened the lid
A stack of letters with nowhere to send
A simple gold band and a journal and a stack of photos with a friend
Faces too hazy and barely able to make out almost as if they had become more unfocused but only with them
Who was the one controlling the lens?
I felt like it was right about this time I felt my mind start to slowly descend
Suddenly in the corner of the box it was almost as if it was begging to be seen
A folded up note that was hid
Took it from the back unfolded it and it read
"This is the place that God abandoned long before the first cornerstone that was set"
A shiver up the spine blindsided by a rush of emotions that I was reminded that I don't wanna let go of anything that's only purpose is holding me back
A struggle between the quickest release can slowly attack
Took the journal out and put it back and took it out and decided to open it where the spine of the book had cracked
Musings and goings on were totally scratched and scratched out
The more that I read on as I go to the back
Sadly slowly getting close to the end
An entry in November anticipating the first snow so we can sled
Fuzzy memories of owning a goat as a kid
And a hematoma behind the knee
And a flash of a throat that was slit
A familiar figure follows to stand over the bed
The details of the fresh linen sheets fills my nose with a scent
The more I read, the more the mournful need to feed becomes more apparent as I begin to feel more alone in my head
All too familiar with the illegible, trauma-laden, unintelligible scrawl that can come from the strokes of a pen
The flow of ink in the motioning hand carefully calculated how quickly the curse of the carcinoma can spread
Back to reality
Apparently only a second fades into the frame again
How long was I holding my breath?
The sacred union I used to resent leaves the wedding ring in the chest
What it represents and for who it was meant
What it makes me think about to hold the piece of gold
If these walls could talk they'd tell the saddest story ever told
So once again with feeling the presence revealing due suspicion of a dried-up speck of stain that landed on the ceiling
Back downstairs, down the hallway
Follow to the red glow of the darkroom with all of the clothespins holding up prints
Almost a trance-like state with the zone that I'm in
Got a hold of it but I don't really know what it is
A premonition that I need to go to the back to be shown a piece of information but I need to know where it is
Decided to go and make a beeline stroll to the shed
Stopped only cos I swear I felt a piece of snow on my neck
To my surprise it's all getting clear
I look at the sky and notice the moment of the first snow of the year
Just in time to see a montage of a struggle
Make itself known and then go almost as soon as it chose to be there
Visions of what the human eye can see under the surface of the water
Looking up with a face that's frozen in fear
Stomach in knots
Going over a series of events lead by a spirit who told me that I was chosen to be here
The painful memory
Sour, salty, soaked in it's tears
Floats to the top and stays without any way to go anywhere
Sure as Shinola that no one was there
It was almost as if in that single moment is when she chose to appear
Out of the wispen frond an apparition began to take shape and form
And hover above the surface of the pond
The most beautiful thing I've ever seen almost as if it's something I could only ever dream to lay my eyes upon
She said "I am the winter woman and I died here long ago"
That's when she turned her hands to show the faces of her palms
Fair skinned maiden and her hair was long
Lips like rubies that became more noticeable to me as she began to talk
The madness that she thought that what she thought she had was love
And then of all that happened here and all the sadness that it caused
The events that lead all up into the moment that she saw
The sense of happiness and love was false and even that was gone
How there was once a time this property that I was on
Used to serve a purpose as it used to function as a farm
A wedding date was approached and a sudden contusion was caused
By the lover driven by whatever it was that was trapped in the walls
A set of stairs that acts as a weapon to be thrown down
Was the extent of the level of premeditation that was involved
Taken by her beauty as she went on
The more she spoke, the more every word began to sound more like a classical song
A soul that was absolved of all the pain that it had caused
A fascination with asphyxiation had been acted upon
The transgressions of mere existence in defiance of the man who was stabbed in the palm and the perdition that would befall
She referred to life as 'the human tragedy of great disaster'
And how she always felt like a joke and so she hated laughter
How her mother would say why she never became a dancer
Instilled such a strong sense of failure that everyday she used to pray to get cancer
The silence of solitude comes with a price that no one should pay
And to do away with the notions of comfort and safety that I've been chasing after
And the only way in this life we can truly be freed
Is to seek to kiss the face of God as what we need
With that she dissipated into the drift
Holding on to this moment was like trying to hold onto snow in my fist
Maybe it's just another day's work to check off of the list
Another day in the life of the detective that does not exist