Soon Hiram's face shrank on itself, became innocent, boyish, and shriveled in a moment to an infant.

Her face wasn't twisted, or shriveled, or grotesque.

Their faces shrivel and they melt.

Her face wasn't twisted, or shrivelled, or grotesque.

He looked like a very old man, his face shrivelled and falling in upon itself.

His face was bluish and shriveled like a mummy's.

His smooth face shriveled as he interpreted the readouts in front of him.

Her spine buckled and her face shriveled to turn her into an old, old witch.

By the third, her face had shrivelled like a rotting mango.

He scooted back a few centimeters and looked at the sunken, shriveled face of the Cardassian on the slab.