Eyeballs
She would do anything for attention.
She did not starve
for attention,
she devoured it,
popping eyeballs
into her mouth
and crunching them
between small
white teeth,
each one a bilious
reward,
a briny scream,
“If I cannot be loved,
I will not be ignored.”
I like the fact the eyeballs are briny, leading me to the thought they had been soaked, so there was deliberate intent - they had been processed and stored.
Crunchy and brilliant. That last line feels like it should be carved into the walls of the internet.