Penny’s Block · Poetry & performances

Read it. Feel it. Flinch.

Raw poems. Live performances.
Nothing watered down.

I don’t write to entertain you. I write to confront you—to remind you you’re alive, to show you the marrow underneath the mask.

Take your time. Pause on any page.

PENNY SPEAKS01 / 10

Breakdown #7,884,652

Some of my most effective self-harmhas never left any physical scars —but it left me dreaming of being among the stars.The day streaming into the play of my psyche,anxiety starting to psyche me out,heart racing as shadows split into reflections,and every direction feels like a warning.

Penny.

From the page to the mic

The page speaks.
The mic answers.

Dive in. Bleed with me. Heal alongside me.

“If love is a drug,
the mic is
my needle.”