Nursing a grudge

Initially her
grudge was
so small
she weaned
it on
the breast.
As it
grew,
she nursed
it lovingly:
feeding,
cleaning,
always monitoring vital-signs.

One day, her
grudge
nearly died,
but she
refused
to let go,
massaging it back to life.

The more
she gave her
precious grudge,
the more
it took,
becoming:
big,
strong,
healthy,
until it wouldn’t let her go.

They say
it was
the patient
she nursed
so well
that eventually killed her.