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.