-Number 12-

On the first of May, 1947, Evelyn McHale, 23,

walked toward her immediate mission in life into the vast 

lobby of the Empire State Building taking an express elevator

to the observation deck on the 86th floor.

She was dressed to go out.––

Observers at the street scene found it remarkable

that her body was still intact after falling 1,050 feet,

impacting upon the roof of an idling Cadillac limousine.    

But it wasn’t.

Her kid gloves were spotless, still clutching the strung pearls
gracing her neckline, but––
her body began to fall apart when coroner's attendants

tried to lift her from the buckled palm of the limousine's roof

due to the near liquefaction of her internal structure on impact.

Her torso sank away like a punctured bladder, dissolved beneath her dress.

There is postmortem evidence of this

on file at the Coroner’s office of New York City.

It was also reported as confirmed to be that way

with on-sight testimony of the 12th jumper's removal, that which
remained of the lifeless form left behind by Evelyn McHale.