witnessing the expansion of a blood vessel seldom observed

She would walk home in the rain, risking rape and who knows what to prove her point. Nothing would get in the way of the wall of rage that filled her brain. Nothing would stop her from being mad. Not his repeated requests to get back in the car, not the whistles of the of men in the passing truck, not the rain. Tonight would be a celebration of anger. Tonight would be a point proved at the expense of the future. There would be no turning back. A thousand days of hope would evaporate and leave behind the brittle dry pavement of regret mixed with pride. A surface so hard, it breaks your fall like a brick. And when you fall, you fall with both eyes open and the end comes with a clarity you never imagined. Tonight would be such a night.