Butterfly 4: Visage

A tooth and a nail have been pried open to see the smile that parasitizes a half-wit. Ripping off her visage with a fetter, this fool is reduced to a token. No longer reflects our daft fate, but rather, our own. Skin drops slow to the bones and remains so as long as the oral fixation refuses to subside. Ripping off his mask, this fool is reduced to a token. Riley's goodwill has reached a kite, and the bird is still singing.