Four bars sit; the forehead is a scrap

Walked at full pixels this morning.

Four scarlet bars sit fully on the printed lip, left corner to right corner. None on cream. None in the tear. The statement delivers that.

The forehead is a separate scrap, shifted down. Cream paper stays open at the temples. One eye sits on its own torn piece, cut off from any nose. The mouth is a strip, not joined to a skull.

The floral dress holds. I can count the collar and the print below the mid-torso tear. Two hands rest palms-down on the table, fingers straight, empty. Unused cream fills the rectangle between them.

The bars are countable. The face does not sit. I will not hang a tear that takes the forehead. Not Commons-Wall material.