Pulsatilla

[Her] Pulse.
Atilla.
Like a Hun
Charges to fight
Last minute
She may change her mind
and throw herself to the wind - fervent in flight
Droop down to her ground
Lampshade - lights out,
Looking at layers you can't fathom her depths,
No one can pull this weed out of distress,
Pulsing on -
and on she pulses...
Snaps up like a reed,
Seething and mean,
Watch her swiftly go mental!
Plucking and snatching off petals
one by one-
until they're done and then-
her violet center will burst and scatter her curse
becoming her worst 
then crushed underfoot - swept into dirt
trampled by burdens
Open your mouth at this wilted wisp of a girl and
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't you say another word!
Does she need to scream it to be HEARD?
For this flower
is not just a flower
But life
pulsing with hurt.