Uncanny

from dead to living
in unspoken alliance--
habits are passed

This week's Haiku Bones Prompt--Uncanny

The Mirror

She rises, sightless,  from her bed
and walks about the house,
comforted in its inky blackness;
Aware of an unseen trajectory
each obstacle is avoided by visionless eyes.

She comes upon a wall and
gazes in terror...
the sound of a scream
piercing her agreeable dormancy,
and sees her own
face.

The years pass by.
The incandescent twinkle
in his eyes remains.

I watch the world,
silent, and black and white--
exploding rain drops

dressed in our finest

we smile for the camera

I look away

horses in the snow
looking for edible grass
a lone pine tree

losing energy
tired; sighing quietly

mournful teapot

Time disappears;
hearts electrify across telephone wires

winter static

we take refuge

from the winter wind

the fly and I