This item was written for the "15 for 15 Contest --- Starts June 6" 
contest where participants are given a photograph and can write about it for 15 minutes only
Today's picture showed a hand pulling the petals from a daisy. To see the picture, visit the contest forum linked above. Look for "Past Image Prompts" beneath the current prompt photo, and click on "June 6" - Flower.
I was just standing here, minding my own business; swaying in the breeze as I have always done. I guess I dozed off. Searing pain brought me out of my reverie as my stem was savagely pinched, twisted, and broken by an enormous creature!
My leaves trembled with fear as I was propelled nearer and nearer the cavernous mouth rimmed with huge, sharp, gleaming teeth, but I was spared; or so I thought. The creature snorted at me, pressing my pollen-filled head against its nose, sniffing so vigorously I could feel my petals being sucked into the vortex of each flaring nostril.
The throbbing pain in my stem made my head spin, but when the creature held me between its paws and spun me back and forth, dizzying visions filled my being. I could feel my head flopping from side to side as if my neck would break; my leaves were forced uncomfortably to my sides, crumpled, twisted, and mutilated by the powerful rubbing motion of the monster's paws.
Before I knew what was going on, I was airborne, flying high in the sky and then falling: down, down, down; landing in the dirt beside my crushed and broken stem. I thought my ride was over, but I was wrong. The creature’s paws grabbed me by my petals and pulled me up again, dancing me in circles like a rag doll.
That’s when the chanting began: “He loves me. He loves me not.” Each time, the creature plucked one of my petals: “He loves me. He loves me
NOT,” until each and every one of them was gone, littering the grass around its humongous feet. The chant ended with “He loves me
NOT.”
The gargantuan beast threw me violently to the ground, the impact shooting pain through every battered part of me that remained. My head bounced off a rock, scattering pollon in all directions.
“Stupid daisy!” bellowed the beast, shaking the earth with its rage. As I lay there, helpless in the dirt, the creature raised a giant foot and ground my face into the soil, jumped up and down on me, and stomped off, scattering my amputated petals in its wake.
As I lie here, crushed and broken, wilting and withering in the heat of the sun, the pain comes in undulating waves, making it difficult for me to think clearly, but I must get this one last message to you. Little blossoms, try not to drift off, swaying so joyfully in the breeze. Try not to smile
too sweetly at passers by. This same fate could await
you.
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