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.