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.