Gemotions

The landlord's face, a smug smirk etched on it, flashed in his mind. He wanted to rearrange it. He clenched his fists, the blood rushing into his hands, making them throb. His jaw tightened.

He surveyed his possessions, the few comforts he'd managed to accumulate. Useless things, now. He kicked a chair, sending it skidding across the floor. He wanted to break everything.

He paced the room, a caged animal, breathing raggedly. He imagined smashing the windows, letting the raw anger escape into the world. He wanted them to feel it.