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.