Taylor Swift, warrior zealot, daughter of many kings, prodigy of her people’s finest schools and temples, set loose in Nashville at fourteen like a falcon thrown into the air, as a grown woman yet recalled the silent rows of frozen Christmas trees in Cumru and the song of her voice between them, told it to journalists as earnestly as David surely recalled his shepherd days to scribes, gaze distant, pausing only to wipe a single tear of blood from the corner of his jaws.

Derrick Martin-Campbell is a writer living in Portland, OR. His work has appeared in PANK Magazine, Blunderbuss Magazine, Go Read Your Lunch, and Nailed Magazine, among other places. He tweets at @dmartincampbell. You can find more of his writing here.

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