Staring at myself in the mirror, I asked, When? When was the last time I laughed, danced, or felt like myself? I feel like a little bird in a gold cage. How did I not notice before? One word, one
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If I Know Everyone by Bingwen Chen
A word with the creator (Bingwen Chen, NYU ’26): Why did you decide to submit to OPUSzines? I enjoy the feeling of reading words written by the old me: they always bring me on a time machine back to a
Distortion by Zoe Chambers-Daniel
Distortion A wilted sunflower speaks to me in waves. We both know what we once were, Bright. Full. Unprotected from external elements. Her petals and my mind wither away, A response to rough hands and sharp edges. I hold the
The Invaders by Abigail Hjort
The Invaders the music blocks out the roar of the invaders in my mind the lions scrape their teeth against the ridges of each lobe like flames against charring flesh my thoughts just burn away and all that’s left is