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The Power of the Divine Woman
by Cat Speranzini

Isn’t womanhood, by definition, divine? Am I not
a god of my own making? Forming life from the void
between my legs and in the marrow
of my mind, destroying it
whenever I like?

I am flawed
like a grape plucked and mashed from the vine
pressured into Spirits, both holy and horrible,
peeling the wallpaper until it crumbles
under my feminine gaze or screeching
louder than a newborn babe—unfazed
by chaos, I am a conduit

and a confessional. Unburden yourself in my breast,
my thighs, the nape of my neck. I am a woman,
so, I’m somebody’s muse. Meant to be used
as a vessel—

meant to be feared, revered, seen.
The duality of mother and sexual being,
a woman as a hurricane of feeling.

about the author // Cat Speranzini

Cat (she/her) is a New England native and Emerson College alumna. She works as the editor of Grey Coven Publishing and is also a reader for Querencia Press. She has two full length poetry collections: “Watercolor Souls” and “Calm in the Dark.” Her work has been published by numerous literary magazines, including: the Eunoia Review, Clever Fox Lit Mag, Glass Gates Publishing, and Moss Puppy Magazine.

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