Rictus

His face was a rictus of sheer delight.

Amid a thick, bristling beard, a nose like an owl's beak and a mouth whose corners were drawn by a wild-beast-like rictus were just discernible.

A rictus of cruel malignity lit up greyly their old bony faces.

Sword and shield, bone and steel / Rictus grin / Deaf forever to the battle's din

Valves plugs pumps to erase/ rictus from my face.

The absolute incarnation of evil, Adolf Hitler, lies at your feet in a pool of his own blood. His wrinkled, crimson-splattered visage still strains, a jagged-toothed rictus trying to cry out. Insane even in death. Your lips pinched in bitter victory, you kick his head off his remains and spit on his corpse.

It squinted at her through the hated light, its brow a rictus of pain and fear.

The apprentice watched his Master, pain twisting his features into a rictus.