Tequila Therapy - Cece The salt, a tiny sting,
a prelude to the burn,
not of fire, but of something deeper,
a warmth spreading slow,
like sunset across the desert.
The lime, a vibrant green bite,
cutting through the sweetness,
the sweetness of escape,
of worries dissolving
in the amber liquid.
Each sip, a small surrender,
a letting go of edges,
of sharp anxieties,
a softening of the self,
a melting into...