Dumb Girl

[Without permission, secondary creation, reprinting, and expropriation are prohibited! I am a mute girl in the theater, only qualified to prune branches. Every day I watch the actors put on heavy makeup and go to the stage to sing, chant, and beat. The boy I like is wearing a costume with flowing sleeves, like the gorgeous and tragic cherry blossoms in spring. Every time I look at him longingly, he only raises a faint smile and calls me: Little Mute. Author's note: Abuse. Don't ask the author why he is so bloody, I just love shit. Concept: Growth is self-castration. The mute woman's body is mutilated to preserve the purity of her soul.