flesh covered guitar

It's been too long since I last played my guitar.

I can tell because it's cloaked in dust.

Crazy to think that the guitar is wearing my skin.

I wiped off my flesh speckles and began to strum: g, e, d...

A few sad strokes later I lay my old friend to rest.

Sprawled on my bed, my guitar looks better that it sounds.

It's not you, it's me.