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.