Honestly, Momo Scares the Shit Out of Me
Last night I woke up at 3:00 a.m. heaving and sweating. A bug-eyed, banged and beaked entity was haunting my mind’s eye. Online, she’s just known as Momo. Heart pounding, I tossed and turned, unable to get her grody face out of my head. I’d think the image had passed and, boom, my brain would…