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.