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.