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.