My blood has calcified.
I can't recall when, but you don't notice the saglines.
Until it's too late.
The pulse no longer pops at appropriate times.
You can't trace my bloodlines.
Somewhere along the way I was drip dried.
Out the eyes last I recall.
The pain, which I thought would never go away, has left me numb. And dumb. And broke. alone.
And it extends, in troubling ways, to those whose blood still beats and boils.

My blood has calcified.
I no longer feel alive.