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.