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.