Into the box

It all goes into the box.

Thoughts of him. That man I should not consider. No no, that goes into the box. Push it in, shove it deep, fold in the corners. Is it in nice and snug? Good.

Wait, what's that?

Feelings towards him. That man. Dear me, that won't do. Go catch them before they get away. Got them? Put them into the box. Use force if you must. It must go inside.

The lid is shut tightly, but the box shakes. It quivers, shivers, and creaks ominously. The edges curve up and those things which are contained are seeping out, looking to catch me up and drag me into the box.

Into the box.