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.