Violation.
Frustration.
Anger.
Revenge.
These are the thoughts that are in my head.
My private space trodden upon by feet not freely
welcome within my abode.
Treasures, not worth money, but memories..
Wrenched from my unseen grasp in my absence.
Things that cannot be replaced.
Tears clog my throat.
Vomit threatens to spill forth.
Emotions churning my stomach.
The ache to beat the person that did this
races like fire of anger in my veins.
How would he like to have his memories stolen?
Revenge.
Anger.
Frustration.
Violation.
