The Last swan Song

An anticipatory nostalgia; a gut-wrenching, disgusting feeling of knowing you should be in the moment and present, but you are spending it mostly thinking about how everything always ends. The feeling is so strong and all-encompassing that it circles back into somehow making you more present? At my most anxious, I give up. When I give up, my chest empties. And I feel calm. 

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Issue 2 - submit by August 30, 2026