Me n’ Selina: A short story inspired by the song, “My Immortal”

This is the first story that I have ever written, based solely on my impression of a song. Call it fan-fiction… a tribute… whatever you want. I hope you enjoy it!


Sometimes I feel as if I am half of a person walking about in the shadow of what was not meant to be.

You see, I was born a twin. I was the eldest, by 15 minutes.

While my first gasping cries were still filling the hospital room where I was born, all the doctors and nurses were gathered about my mother, trying to coax my sister into life.

She was born small, blue, and silent. I was healthy, kicking and screaming all by myself, forgotten in a mess of birthing fluid.

Soon enough, someone remembered me and I was ushered off to a sterile little incubator of my own.

My mother said the nurses told her I was constantly groping about with my squinty eyes and red face, as if I had lost something. The only time I calmed down was when I was reunited with my womb mate. My mother wears a locket against her heart, even today. Our first official baby picture. Tiny and perfect, nestled together, my infant arm protectively around my sister. That was the picture that foretold the first five years of our lives.

 Selina and I were inseparable. Her lungs didn’t allow for the normal tumbling and playing that most children enjoyed, so I always set my pace by her.

When she got sick, which was often, I brought the outside into her room. She breathed sunshine, not air. I fed her with flowers and fireflies caught in mason jars. I snuck in the house with frogs in my pockets, just to hear the squeal of delight I knew would come.

The year we turned five, we spent our birthday in the hospital. We didn’t have a real cake… To be honest, I think everyone forgot.

I remember finding a corner of cold linoleum in the darkest corner of her hospital room. All the relatives and doctors and nurses were bustling about and whispering scary things.

I was wearing my new pink birthday dress, but Selina’s matching one was back home, laid out on the dresser.

She had pneumonia and the nurses said that nothing was working. I fell asleep and when I woke up, there were no adults around. I pattered into the bathroom to get a drink.

When I came back, Selina’s eyes were open. She tried to say something, but she couldn’t. She lifted her hand, the one that didn’t have an IV in, and motioned to a spot on the bed. I crawled under the sheets with her. Everything smelled cold and sharp. I drifted back into my dreams with her head in the little hollow beneath my chin.

Somehow, when I woke again, I was home in my own bed. The following days were a blur of tears and black and gray, casseroles and strong-smelling flowers.

Selina did finally get to wear her birthday dress. I’ll never forget how she looked.

Her hair was so blonde and her face was so white. I wanted to pinch her, to make her open her eyes. The pink and lace looked so wrong. I was sure she was sleeping in that coffin.

 How could she be gone forever? How could she stop breathing without me dying too? She couldn’t go without me…




Seven Song Lyric Groupings To Ponder… (Guess Who?)


I am that one voice in the cold wind, that whispers

And if you listen, you’ll hear me call across the sky



From the deep I cry
I am needing change in my life
I have let the cold creep in and lock my ability 
to feel (deeply)


“Its fragile”, she says to me.
The hair in her eyes, she removes it smiling.
There’s a wound that I know this song could mend,
A step in time for us will never end.



Could we fly away
Lie on a cloud all day
Hold hands and get kissed by the sun
Shall we swim out deep
Watch dolphins leap
Like my heart would if you said I was the only one



two hearts in search of wholeness
both willing to risk it all
could true love have fled so easily
leaving both broken from the fall




You feel so lonely and ragged
You lay there broken and naked
My love is just waiting
To clothe you in crimson roses



I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don’t realize how much I love you.


(These are some of my favorite lyrics… enjoy the poetry in them and see if you can guess who wrote each set quoted…)

waitin’ on a heartbeat (a fragment, possibly a chorus)… by Toni L.A. Cross

waitin' on a heartbeat
tryin' hard to keep my feet
standin' watchin' storms meet
listenin' in this thick heat
waitin on a heartbeat

we are da Saints! Written By Toni L.A. Cross (During Superbowl 44!)

we are da Saints

we don’t take your ain’ts

we are da Saints

we don’t take your can’ts

we are da Saints

and none of us faints

we are da saints

we don’t hear your won’ts

we are da Saints

not like the picture y’all paints

who dat? who dat?

pizza by Toni L.A. Cross 1/19/10

my dearest pizza
my yummy pizza
how I love you
oh I do!
For your garlic
and your onions
and your sumptuous chicken too
my dearest pizza
my yummy pizza
how I love you
oh I do!