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.