/lit/ - Literature

don't come on /lit/ often but here goes,

is there any category of literature that centers around targeting a very particular emotion or sense very well? I understand short stories and poems could have this effect, but I'm looking for something even more particular, less broad and probably much shorter than even a short story.

there anything like this?

/sci/duck here...

I request short stories containing bleak, desolate, hopeless moods.

Heavy environmental description is a plus

traverse of lonely forests provides the hunt to hunted
peek patient in fear among dark with every head turn
and vines drop; lightning
alone

exit haunting, up the path, aside loomed terrors
stringing out chirping chivalrous night birds
take rest from the inferno
alone

uninvited tears cry in merry rhythm to trees
steady clouds birth mirror pools
thump-splash-thump
alone

centre of man and his lone forest where he wander
floats down his rivers a symphony
all within each other
together

/lit/, give me your honest opinion on this opener. Am I not being clear enough? How the shit can I improve?

"On the floor, in a puddle of shag rug sweat, the full breasts from the woman of my dreams disfigure into a morning eye adjustment; my face locks a grimace to join the awkward dream paralysis. I can't seem to erase her, though, I can't say I am trying to; what comfort there is in those curves a woman curves, rave light assassins of love that strut longingly in the streets and boulevards of all human innovation - just imagining the lab-coats squinting in a massive unison to elaborate the complexities in lip-fullness between women in comparison to their heavily funded machines is comforting.

Being a scientist wouldn't be too horrible, no, but the science of it - on cue, my bones sunk into the rug, a growing shadow of my over-weight body encompassing them massively as a gentle stroke into the immediate carpet nooks, which I watched solemnly by pressing down a chin. The pain resolved; the day could begin, as it did most, in a bustle of mourning tears as the eyes blurred and blending swiftly with head sweat to avoid a lonely humility. I couldn't cry about her, I would see her again all of my hours."