Faith

Not exactly my best bit of writing, but probably a good example of what's going on in my brain. This poem was inspired by a zombie RPG, if that says anything.

Here is Faith
Her namesake evaporated
Naked as in vulnerable
And not wearing much more
A flannel shirt, underwear
And blood
She's never seen so much blood
As when one of those......
Things
Got ahold of her Jason
And now he's outside her door
Milling about with....
Them
And she doubts he wants his teddy
Doubts she can go much longer
With a gun, and eight bullets
Four less than she needs
To even get outside, and then what?
How widespread is the infection?
She thinks........
Fireworks, cheesecake, sex in the rain
She thinks........
One bullet is enough to save me
She thinks........
There are others who could use this weapon, others who are stronger, and tosses it to the grass four stories down
She thinks........
How could I have been so stupid
To rent an apartment with bars on the windows
She thinks.........
Of everyone she's ever known
One last time
And goes into the hallway to be with her son

Author's Note

While I welcome all comments and suggestions, with this peice I'm mainly curious if you think it really does convey some of the horror of a zombie attack. I'd like to think it does, but I think a large part of what I'm getting out of it are the mental images I already had when I wrote it. It's hard, really, to think of poems as vehicles for horror, but I've made several attempts after being profoundly disturbed by "Paranoid, A Chant" in Stephen King's excellent Skeleton Crew anthology. Does it have any traction?