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.