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.