From the Lost Diary of Anna Anderson: I. Open Ward at the Elisabeth Hospital, Berlin, 1920

I.  Open Ward at the Elisabeth Hospital, Berlin, 1920 My tongue is a spoon. Does that explain it?    Door opens    door closes. White coats stammer the threshold. They draw the sheets      again     and again I give them nothing.     My mouth is a splinter        not telling. They ask if I fell from the bridge or did I jump.         They ask my name.