The plague doctor.

Waiting for death. Will it come for us or pass us by. Will we welcome the plague doctor into our homes with open arms, Do our doors have secret marks that distinguish us from others.
The doctor comes with an ancient lavender filled bird mask from the Black Death, the outline of a scull pokes through, the face covering reminiscent of the Spanish Inquisition.
Blackened, infected lungs poke out through a raw, bloodied ribcage, and scruffy, unkempt raven feathers symbolise airborne death. The face screams in agony, or is it terror.