They  Tell Me: "We Are  Going  To Shrink 
 You."  I Don'T  Quite Like  The  Tone In 
 Their Voices, Like  They Are Restraining 
 Themselves.  There Is  A Hunger  In Them 
 And It  Wants Me  To  Shrink.  And  What 
 Really   Irks   Me  Is  That  So  Do  I. 
                                          
 They  Give Me  Wristbands  And  Anklets, 
 Made   Of  Some  Strange   Stone.  Their 
      Surface Is Swirling, Like Dark      
   Thunderstorms Trapped In Glass, Like   
 Windows Into A  Smaller  World, Close To 
 My  Body  So That  It  Can  See  Clearly 
              Whats In Store.             
                                          
 They Give Me Food:  Prawn-Like Bugs That 
 Make My  Tongue  Curl With Satisfaction. 
 "Out Of This World", I Think,  Having No 
 Frame Of Reference. I Eat Only  Two, But 
      The Bugs Leave Me Suspiciously      
                Satisfied.                
                                          
 They Measure  My Clothes. "You Are Going 
 To Become About Half As  Big", They Tell 
  Me, Barely Controlling Themselves With  
               Anticipation.