is this wrong? – sometimes I can’t stop thinking…

…I relaxed as the key turned in the lock, only a few seconds now –
my hand in her collar served to pull her forward into the dark hallway,
the chain was more than strong enough.

I tripped her, sending her sprawling to the floor amidst her groceries.
A strong following kick to the ribs silenced her protest as it stole her
breath.

Kneeling on her back I puller her head to my mouth with a fistful of
hair… “Hi honey, I’m home” I whispered…